Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in area
About to mass hysteria

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I a number like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I the bass
40 side is the that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be
And I'm a Nike head, I chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a damn gonna change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

It's

It's like that, you know like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In your stereo sets, Nas catch wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more kicks a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I thought wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas in the slave ships
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my style switches a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm well known like the man
In my place wit the and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I a rhyme biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, the real rap comes at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot
I won't plant seeds, don't an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of
Brooklyn, is living fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

still halftime